I've had an haircut and I think the man's done a rubbish job.
Short back and sides.
He seems to've'd neglected much of the top of my right side bonsular regions meaning I have a whopping great flicky-fringe-flick that dangles over my forehead like Phil Oakey out of the Human League/that bloke out of Flock of Puffins.
He spent absolutely ages faffing around with tiny clippers around my sideburns and nape.
Very little scissor-work as well, which is never a good sign.
On a bitterly cold day too.
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